User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-2246928-20150429212034/@comment-2246928-20150608154913

Watching the squirrel slump forward, the weasel sent one last slash ripping through his flesh. And then she lowered the whip, shaking slightly. Oh, 'Gates... Went through her twisted mind first. ''Is he dead? ''She stepped back a bit, watching the slave a little worriedly as images of how Galdrim might react to a young slave dying so soon, and gulped.

The vole's voice cut into her mind, and with a snarl, the weasel spun around, glaring flaming waraxes at the ridiculous, stupid animal. Did she not just see her beat a slave to death? "Like to suffer too, vole, izzat it? 'Ave vee just been too garned soft on yew all?" Her claws dug into the whip's handle. ''Should I just kill this one too? Should I? One's already dead, not like another'd be any worse... Galdrim wouldn't even have to know about them, a few slaves missing... That ferret wouldn't care, he doesn't watch over the slaves, doesn't know their exact number... He won't notice a couple more missing... ''